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"What? I live there with the surname Kuang!" Ying Xiaonong stared at Bao Chan, firmly saying, "I don't agree!"

"What's the matter with you?" Shi Kuoting smiled, "It's good for the two of us to live together, there is a care... ah!"

Ying Xiaonong gave him a kick, so hard that he kicked the embroidered shoe away, "Go," he pinched Shi Kuoting's arm, "get it back for me!"

"Xiao Nong..." Baochan couldn't bear to look at him, and was reluctant to talk about him, frowning and hesitated to speak.

"Idiot, I don't need to clean up!" Ying Xiaonong was so fierce that he looked like a tyrant in Ruyizhou.

"Who is a fool!" Shi Kuoting picked up the shoes and threw them at his feet, "It doesn't matter whether it's big or small, I'll tell you, I'll bully you!"

"Yo," Ying Xiaonong's eyes flicked with makeup, "Do you always know what Baling is?"

Shi Kuoting was about 1.8 meters tall, and his knuckles were snapping: "One day I will rub you on the ground, and you will know whether I understand Ba Ling or not."

Every time the two of them quarreled, Baochan felt like the needle couldn't get in and the water couldn't get in. He drank too much just now and felt a little dizzy, so he sat down on the chair next to him.

Seeing that he was not feeling well, Ying Xiaonong hurried over: "Drink some water?"

"No need," Baochan shook his head, "Just don't bother me."

"No, why did you move all of a sudden?" Ying Xiaonong asked, "Is it because of the surname Kuang?"

"I don't want to move there, he also lives with me," Baochan said, "It's better to vacate the house for others and live there for more than three months..."

"Wait a minute," Ying Xiaonong was dumbfounded, "Kang Zheng lives at your place? Does he live at your place as a VP of an investment bank?"

"It's not VP anymore," Baochan corrected him, "it's the president of Private Bank."

"I don't care what he is!" Ying Xiaonong's voice rose, "How long has it been, since when did you start, why didn't you tell us!"

"It's been a while," Baochan leaned against the back of the chair, "There's nothing to talk about, we've slept together before."

He was talking about the time when Ying Xiaonong just arrived in Ruyizhou, the two of them made do on the second floor of the old troupe, Ying Xiaonong's most difficult and unforgettable time: "No, why, when you were old, tell me! "

"I have nothing to say," Shi Kuoting urged him, "Boss Ying, it's ten o'clock, so quickly take off your makeup, and I'll take you home."

Ying Xiaonong was angry: "I don't need you to send it!"

"If you don't want to give it away, you have to give it away!" Shi Kuoting grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the bathroom, "Stinky boy, if I didn't see that you were drunk, I would care about you..."

The bustling room was deserted, Bao Chan looked out the window drunkenly, the lights were bright, but he felt empty, now they have opera singing, and 120 million is lying on the account, isn't this the day he dreamed of in the past, why did he get it, he still feels Not satisfied?

There was a soft bang, as if something fell to the ground, Baochan looked up, it was coming from upstairs.

He got up and went upstairs, the door of the large rehearsal hall on the third floor was ajar, and there was a little light. He went in lightly, and saw a person lying prone on the ground, with long hair coiled behind his head, and he was sweating profusely with a split fork. Chen Rouen.

On such a cold day, she was only wearing shorts, Bao Chan was surprised: "Xiao Chen!"

Chen Rouen turned her head, she had a pretty face, she grinned: "Regiment... Leader!"

Baochan hurriedly pulled her up: "It's so late, why don't you go home?"

"Didn't I say it last time," Chen Rouen wiped off his sweat, "Splitting legs, lowering the waist, and kicking the field, I have to practice it for you to see."

"It's not for me," Baochan smiled wryly, "it's for Zuoer."

"Same," Chen Rouen let down her long hair, "It's good for anyone to see after practicing."

For this reason, Baozhan took off his suit jacket and gave it to her: "Put it on, and I'll take you home."

"No need," Chen Rou'en was sweating all over, fearing that his clothes would be dirty, "Sa Shuang is waiting for me in the room, we will drop by."

It turned out that Sa Shuang was also there, Bao Chan lowered his eyes, it was so late, and the whole group was here, but except for Ying Xiaonong, no one was singing—the rich second generation only looked at male roles, and they saw male roles wearing phoenix crowns Xiapei got drunk for them, which has become a gimmick for Ruyizhou.

"My word..." He regretted, "After all, I signed it wrong."

"Head, why do you say that?" Chen Rou'en was anxious, "You are not for yourself, but for all of us!"

Bao Chan shook his head, Kuang Zheng was right, because he made a wrong decision that delayed the whole group: "I am not qualified as a group leader, my eyelids are too shallow..."

"Who said that?" Chen Rouen stared, "20 a month is not enough, whoever is qualified, let me see!"

Baochan knew that she was trying to explain herself, so she didn't say anything.

"Leader, don't think about it," Chen Rou'en couldn't see him getting depressed, "You still remember what you told me, Ruyi Island is not a professional troupe, our road must be harder than the troupe."

Baochan frowned and raised his eyes.

"I also want to have a performance, and I want to hold it like a troupe actor, how is it possible," Chen Rou'en told the truth, "Which character didn't crawl out of the mud? As long as we play well, high or low does not depend on wine," she pointed to her heart, "here."

That's why she didn't go home at night, and practiced herself until she was covered in sweat. Baochan understood what she meant: "It's just...it's hard for Xiao Nong."

Speaking of Ying Xiaonong, Chen Rouen was full of pride, "Brother Nong is not short of this drink, besides, for you, let alone him, even if I want to drink to death, I am willing!"

It doesn't matter whether these words are true or not, Baochan's heart is warm, he is 28, and he still has to be coaxed by a little girl, it's really embarrassing to think about it: "Stop talking, you go home soon."

"Well, see you tomorrow." Chen Rou'en went down a few steps and stopped again, "Leader, let me tell you the truth, these people in our regiment are all for you, if you stand up, our regiment won't fall. "

Bao Chan was stunned, with her mouth slightly open, seeing her running down the stairs, and then there was a knock on the door downstairs: "Your sister is back, brat, open the door!"

Baochan slowly sat down on the stairs. Indeed, he is in charge, and everyone points at him. No matter what time it comes, he must have the backbone.

He hugged his knees and stared at the round light above his head. First of all, 360 million cannot be compensated, it is a big head. Secondly, Ruyi Island cannot be rubbed by others. Sing, otherwise it would be smashing the century-old brand on the head.

After a long time, he got up with clenched fists and went downstairs. The lights in all the houses were turned off. The huge theater building felt lonely after the bustle had faded. Hiding in the darkness, he walked wearily to the first floor, stood under the towering lotus caisson, turned his head, and found that even if he stood here, he still had to start again.

It doesn't matter if you start again, the road to Ruyizhou has been forcibly broken, every step is stepped on the edge of the knife, and every foot is soaked in sweat, he is not afraid.

Walking out of the theater building, there is a dazzling narrow red line across the street. Bao Chan recognized it at a glance. It is the taillight of Kuangzheng's car, which always lights up in the depths of the night, silently telling him that he is there.

Baochan walked over, knocked on the car window, and the car lock snapped open.

"Brother, have you been waiting for a long time?" He opened the door and got on the co-pilot.

Kuang Zheng fell asleep, rubbed his face, and brought a takeaway from the back seat: "Are you hungry, I bought noodles."

Baochan was not hungry, he was already full of stress and boredom, but he still took it, held it in his hand, and felt the heart-warming temperature.

"I was talking to someone in Shangri-La at night," Kuang Zheng lifted the lid for him, "passed by a small shop, and there was a long queue of about ten meters outside the door." He took out his chopsticks and spoons, "the shop is called 'Another Spring', and said It’s been open for many years, today is the boss’s 70th birthday, and it’s also the last day the shop is open, so I bought a copy for you.”

The hot shredded chicken noodles, in such a gloomy night, gave Baochan a never-before-seen attachment: "It smells so good..."

Kuangzheng couldn't smell it, he could only smell the alcohol on his body: "Taste it."

To be honest, he felt sorry for Baochan drinking with a group of bastards, and he was always ready to go on stage, not even daring to take a bite when he was full.His chest seemed to be stuffed with a mess of hemp, with emotions and desires entangled in it, some of which were familiar, while others were unfamiliar, so strange, yet so strong, it made him restless.

"I thought about you all day today," he said.

"Me?" Baochan drank the soup first, "What do you miss me?"

"I don't know," Kuangzheng sighed, "Drinking with people is not a bad thing, is it bullying?"

Baochan stopped stirring the chopsticks: "No, I'm fine."

He picked up a big mouthful of noodles, put it into his mouth, puffed his cheeks and said, "It's delicious!"

Kuangzheng looked at his little piggy-like appearance, smiled, and helped him pin his slightly long hair behind his ears, brushing his fingers over a small piece of skin, feeling nostalgic and reluctant to leave.

"Actually," Bao Chan chewed and said suddenly, "Noodles are not that delicious." He knew that Kuangzheng was thinking of him in everything and was kind to him. "You bought it for me specially, so I think it's delicious."

Kuang Zheng's hand rested next to his ear, but his heart seemed to wind up and beat violently. This was not the first time his heart beat for Bao Chan, but it was the strongest one, like...

He couldn't believe it, like...

Love?

He quickly withdrew his hand, and stared out the window nervously, maybe it was late at night, he thought, or the space in the car was too small, or it was this bowl of noodles from unknown origin, it wasn't his fault anyway.

"Brother," Baochan moved towards him, "you should try it too."

"Huh?" Kuang Zheng didn't look at him, looking flustered.

Baochan pulled his hand, and with just one touch, Kuangzheng's scalp became numb.He panicked. From childhood to adulthood, he has been walking on the straightest road, the best middle school, the best university, and the best job. In the future, he will marry the best woman and have the best child. There are no detours in life, and mistakes are not allowed, but at this moment, his mistakes appeared, and they came so unexpectedly.

He must stop, rein in his horse from the precipice, and know how to return when he is lost...

"Brother," Baochan picked up a chopstick noodle and brought it to his mouth, "come."

With such a gentle voice, Kuang Zheng didn't even have time to hesitate, he opened his mouth and covered his face, the tip of the chopsticks that Bao Chan had bitten, and his tongue slipped over it, the old rascal like him blushed, but Because of the blackness, Baochen was not found.

"Okay?" Baochan continued to eat.

Kuang Zheng felt guilty and gave a vague "hmm".

Baochan saw that his chin was wet, and wiped it off with the back of his hand: "Brother, what is the name of this store?"

Kuang Zheng leaned on the back of the chair in despair, and said three words in a daze: "Another spring."